Of course Kitty meant it to say she was single as in he could ask her out if he wanted to, but she didn't see that he mixed it up. Instead it seemed pretty clear he meant he wasn't interested. Which hurt. Of course it hurt. "So you don't...." Shut up Kitty. At this point they were still new, he'd rather wash his hands of it, she had to respect that. That was mature thinking. And she wanted to be immature. "Okay. I deserve it, I get it."
She swallowed away that and looked around for the remote. "Put your chair back a little. You don't want to put more pressure on your abdomen right now." Kitty was moderately trained in battle first aid. They all were, to an extent, in order to survive. She shakily got up to turn the television on herself. "I have to warn you, American television's only gotten worse with time. I doubt they have the BBC in here."